Chapter 12
“Pads…”
Remus’ voice is nothing more than a whisper. His long fingers card through Sirius’ hair, gently tucking wild curls behind his ear. Their foreheads are pressed together, noses brushing slightly as Remus plants a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips.
“You should go back to your own room…”
Sirius doesn’t like that idea. He’s so comfortable in Remus’ arms. He’s warm and he smells nice. His own bed is no match for the delightful situation he finds himself in right now.
“I think I’m good…” He mutters, voice low and hoarse with sleepiness.
“They’ll notice, y’know?”
Sirius forces his eyes open, meeting Remus’. It’s unfair how beautiful he looks right after waking up.
“Monty and Effie aren’t dense, Moony.” He whispers, not unkindly. Sirius slips one hand underneath the washed down shirt he likes to wear as pajamas. He can feel Remus’ skin break out in goosebumps right away and bites back a smile.
“And James can’t keep his mouth shut anyway.” He adds.
A smirk tugs at the corners of Remus’ lips and he lets out a low hum. “I see…” He twirls a lock of raven hair around his finger, eyes never leaving Sirius’ face. “I suppose we’ve got some time left till breakfast then?”
Sirius likes where this going.
“You bet.”